Wait...You're a Girl?!? [On Hold]

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*\(^•^)/*  I am back! And I'm just gonna stop apologising for late updates cause it's gonna happen a lot. I would assume you guys forgot what happened in the last chapter so...we'll start with a re-cap!

Last time on 'Wait...You're a Girl?!?':

"Ha! Luke, scary? And what secret?"

I thought my heart stopped for a second when Gray came out of nowhere and said that.  He was leaning against the frame of the opening to the Maker class wing that we were passing.

"That's not important. READY FOR TRAINING? IM TOTALLY GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"

I noticed that after he said that to Gray, he sent me a gentle smile. He was changing the subject on purpose...

I really didn't have to be afraid of telling him. What's wrong with me.

"Luke, you okay?," Gray asked. He looked slightly concerned. I perked up slightly and smiled brightly, "Yeah!"

I saw a slight wave of pink wash over his face.

Okay...?

"Oh, and Natsu," he said with a sly smirk, "I'll be the one to kick your ass, Flame brain."

"HA YEAH RIGHT!"

"YEAH, I AM RIGHT"

Ugh...

Now:

*time skip*

I was Alone in my room. The other guys were somewhere in the dorm...probably doing something stupid. I came here to study how to improve my combat strategies, but I just can't seem to focus. For some reason I'm worried. But about what? My secret? No... I'm not sure.

To be honest I think deep in my heart, I know that my father is coming. He'd do anything to get me back...just to marry me off so he could get more land. Marriage. Is he stupid? I'm only 17! And to think it's to someone I don't even know. Never. Not a chance. I mean, that's one of the several reasons I ran away in the first place.

He is a horrible father. Verbally abusive, emotionally disconnected, absorbed in his job. Everything he does is to better the company. Even sell me off. He'll do anything to get me to come back so I can 'help' his company. I'm afraid of what he'll do. I'm afraid he'll hurt someone.

Signing, I looked at my desk. Scattered papers, homework, textbooks, journals,...some of the unsent letters to my mom. I have yet to put them in an envelope. I picked one of them up. It was the one I wrote when Sting found out my secret

Dear mom,

Sting found out my secret, and even though he said he wouldn't say anything, I'm still scared. I mean...he seemed uncomfortable and weary. I also know how he could be. He's impulsive sometimes and could blab. But for now I'm going to trust him. I have to. He's my friend and friends have to trust each other, right? I just hope he doesn't hate me after this. Hope...hope...do I have any left?  I don't know.

I didn't finish the letter.

Looking at it now, it's really pessimistic. I do have hope. Maybe not for my father, but I do for everyone else. Including myself.